Same Time Next Week (Ch 37)
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"It's not just sex. Not for me; not for you either. You were willing to buy a bunch of shit you didn't need so you could see me again. That's not a guy who just wants to fuck something.”
Shelby couldn't remember ever doing body shots. Not in high school nor college, though she'd had plenty of opportunity. And certainly never with Lucas-he was a Scotch man, and his liquor was too expensive to waste by pouring it over her and tasting, licking, sucking it off. Shelby would remember this night for a long, long time.
That is, if she didn't get very drunk. Which wasn't a guarantee at all.
She pressed him back against the pillows, determined to bring every ounce of pleasure to him that he brought to her. That was a lot, but she didn't have far to go. He was already hard, his dick making a tent out of his tight briefs and poking her ass. He rocked his hips, a silly grin on his face as he bucked himself into her.
She shook her head, looking back at the action behind her and then back to his face. “Do boys ever grow older than seventeen?"
"Nope. All I ever need is my palm and some lotion."
"That's what I thought. You're totally in love with it, aren't you?"
"Wouldn't you be? He wants you to love him too." Jackson laughed loud, his arms falling to his side. "I think I might be drunk. But I'm here. I'm awake. I'm... up," he said, thrusting his hips up again.
"Baby, relax," she said, leaning forward, grabbing his chin. "Don't break it; I haven't played with it yet."
Whatever he said in response was lost in the kiss and reduced to a series of lustful moans while her tongue took its turn with his. Shelby began her tour of his body the same way he started-with a muscular arm that made her weak in the knees to look at it. To feel it, to experience the combination of strength and gentility was always enough to spark something for her.
He laughed at her studying his arm, so closely he could feel her breath in his skin. "What are you looking for?"
"A patch of arm with no hair."
Jackson laughed and pointed at the underside of his arm, the soft pale skin as smooth as a baby's bottom. "God, I hope you're clean," she muttered, before licking a stripe down his arm, applying salt and licking it off. She wrapped her lips around the bottle and tipped her head back, her mouth filling with the strong taste, followed by a wedge of lime, cutting the bitter and turning the mixture sweet. She kissed him after removing the wedge from her mouth, letting her tongue roll along his, spreading the taste around his mouth. He hummed, smiling through the kiss.
"Good, huh?"
"Yummy," she replied, attacking his neck with her tongue, sucking and licking and making her way around to the dip in his neck, below his Adam's apple. "Hold still."
Shelby poured out a cap of tequila and carefully poured it into the dip, drops spilling over and dripping down the side of his neck. "Don't move…and don't laugh," she said, giggling herself while she sprinkled a few grains of salt into her palm, licked it up and then sucked up the liquor from his neck, taking care to lick up the trail down either side of his neck.
"Can I laugh yet?"
"Yeah," she said, grinning down at him, sucking on a wedge of lime.
"Do you know how long it's been since I did this with anyone?"
She shrugged, not allowing any thoughts about the last woman he was with, that shared a bed with him, that he let get close to him, as close as she was. She liked to think she was different, even though it was a casual thing. She wasn't in the mood to be compared to anyone else.